Crystal Says Hello 🥰

“Having offspring is a milestone on my home planet. It is not something to be taken lightly.”

You stay quiet, watching him work through the words in his head, his thumb still absently brushing over the back of your hand.

“It is not…not bad. But it is easier back home. Where people understand what is going on and can help if things go wrong. It is safer. Here,” he pauses, looking around at the forest cabin you both have been calling home for almost two years now. “Here, it is just us. Should something happen…”

You scoot forward, wrapping your arms around his middle, resting your chin on his shoulder and he shivers lightly.

“Is it that dangerous?” you ask softly, putting a soft kiss on his shoulder.

He places a small, soft kiss on your forehead before lifting your chin to look up at him.

“It is dangerous if it is not done correctly. For both of us. And I don’t want to put either one of us in that kind of situation.”

You look up at him, watch his brows tighten, the corners of his lips turning down in a frown. But still…

“And if I told you I was willing to take the risk? That I was willing to do something as important as bearing offspring with you?”

His eyes shudder and you swear you can feel a tremble in his fingers.

“Why?” is all he says, confusion and cautious hope written all over his face.

You smile and shrug, wrapping your arms a little tighter around his waist.

“Because I’ve always wanted children. Ever since I was a kid. But with how my life turned out, I never thought it would be possible. So now that there is an actual chance, even if it’s not in the way I ever expected, I want to give it a try.”

He just watches you, his eyes unwavering. He smiles eventually, a small, happy smile and you copy it, unable to hide your emotions with him.

“I will consider it. There is no hurry.”

You would take it. That was better than ‘no’.

**

It took three more months to convince him. Three more months of asking questions, nagging him, recounting your dreams, and even calling him a father a few times. It was this last time that truly convinced him though.

He was on top of you, chest heaving after a rough fuck, your stomach still expanding as egg after egg pushed through you.

“You’re going to be such a good Dad, Prathy,” you whisper, rubbing a hand over your swelling middle, your own chest heaving after coming multiple times in the span of an hour.

His whole body shuddered and you felt several eggs shoot through him, his hips roughly pushing into you. You gasp when he nips your shoulder, your ear, his fingers squeezing your ass.

“Okay…you win,” he gasps out, his breath brushing over your throat.

You grin, wrapping your legs around his waist, and pull him down into a deep kiss, your tongue pushing past his lips and wrapping around his.

“Thank you,” you whisper as you pull back, your heart heavy and warm in your chest.

**

“Are you sure all of this is necessary?” you ask, looking down at the monstrous pile of food, water, and other miscellaneous supplies piled up on the floor of the living room.

He opens another box of food and rearranges it, then moves it again to a different spot. There’s a pile of sheets, pillows and blankets under him that he’s meticulously laid about, and not even you were allowed to mess with them.

“It may look like a lot, but the process of fertilization takes a lot of energy. Back home, if I were to do this with one of my species, I would feed off of their energy, as well as others of my kind. It’s a symbiotic relationship of sorts.” He busies himself with another box, fusses over a pillow, and then he sits back on his heels, looking at his masterpiece.

“Since you are unable to provide that energy without putting yourself in danger, I’m hoping I can make it up with this," he finishes, waving a hand over the piles.

You can tell he’s still nervous though, the way he keeps fidgeting over one of the pillows and the boxes like they’re still not in the right place even after he’s organized them a million times.

You step closer, careful to avoid moving any of the particularly placed items and kneel at the edge of his blanket mess.

“Prathy. Look at me.”

He does, after a few seconds, and you smile up at him, reaching across to grab his hand.

“We’ll be ok. I’ll take care of you.”

His face falls and he moves closer, wrapping an arm around your for once, smaller waist.

“I’m not worried about me.”

His hands push up under the oversized t-shirt you were wearing, stretching wide enough to cover your whole waist and you crawl into his lap, straddling his waist with ease.

“Well, I’m not worried about me. We’ll figure it out. And if it doesn’t work…well, then I’ll never ask again. Okay?”

He looks up at you, wonder and worry on his face as his thumbs brush over your bare ribs.

You smile and lean in for a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Have you finally figured out where you want the pillows to go?”

He huffs, pulling back and looking at the pile of linens, a grimace on his face.

“It’s called nesting. My body knows we’re preparing for fertilization, so it’s preparing a nest to receive the eggs. Typically the only people allowed in a nest are the two people involved in the process.”

You hum and nod, tilting your head to the side as his lips brush over your exposed shoulder.

“And the reason we couldn’t just do this in the bed?”

He hums against your skin, his lips warm on your jaw. “Easier access to food and water if we’re on the floor. And more room to move should we need to. Once we start the process we can’t stop, so we need to be prepared ahead of time.”

Your head falls back as his tongue does something deliciously sinful against your throat and his fingers tighten around your waist.

“It won’t be long now. I’m already adjusting. Tomorrow night at the latest.”

You grin, excited despite all of Prathy’s hesitations.

“I can’t wait.”

**

There’s so much heat. Smothering you, choking you. You startle awake, feeling sweat drip down your forehead as you look around.

It’s still dark outside and the dim hallway light casts a glow over the nest and your surroundings. A small whimper sounds next to you and you look down, finding Prathy sweating and shivering. Much like the first night you’d found him.

“Prathy?”

Your voice sounds loud in the quiet and he groans softly, his eyes fluttering open. He looks over at you, his brows pinched in confusion and you smile worriedly, brushing a finger over the sweat on his forehead.

“Are you ok? You feel feverish.”

Prathy nods, swallowing as his eyes close again. “It’s starting,” is all he manages.

You nod, sitting up fully. You both slept in the nest last night for this very reason.

Prathy shivers as you pull the covers back, his cock already poking out from his slit, and you toss your shirt over your head, naked as you kneel next to him.

“What do you need?”

He shakes his head, shuddering when your fingers brush over his shoulder. You didn’t think you’d ever get used to how reactive he was to your touch.

His eyes open again, pupils blown wide. He seems to brace himself, his chest rising and falling with several deep breaths before he sits up and pushes you back onto your back, sending shivers down your own spine as his cock starts playing with you.

“I hope you’re ready,” he rasps out, his whole body trembling on top of you. You nod, cupping his cheek and smiling up at him.

“I am. Let’s have kids.”

He shudders at that, his eyes flashing. The wriggly tip of his cock pushes between your slick lips, playing in the slick there before pressing in further, spreading you out in a way that was now so very familiar.

Except this time it felt like a branding iron being pushed inside of you, the searing heat radiating off of him making you gasp and hiss through your teeth. 

He went slow, his whole body trembling as he pressed inside of you, and you tried to stay quiet, feeling like your insides were on fire, but you couldn’t help the small gasps falling from your lips.

It was just this side of bearable and you clenched your jaw, holding back as he finally buried himself inside you. You were used to a little bit of warmth, to feeling yourself stretch around his cock and the eggs, but this was entirely new. 

He was far more rigid than usual, his cock rock hard and throbbing. He let himself relax slightly, his hips pressing down into yours, the fever of his body making you sweat. 

“You okay?” you gasp out, barely able to breathe as you feel the gel starting to work inside you, spreading your womb open for the eggs. 

He doesn’t answer, instead burying his face in your throat, his fingers clenched tight around your hip. He doesn’t move so you don’t ask again, instead letting your body adjust. It’s still familiar, the sensation of your insides expanding and spreading, preparing for the eggs, but it’s just so much hotter than usual. 

You brush your fingers over his sides and he lets out a small whimper, his fingers tightening around your hip. You don’t stop though, trailing your fingers up over his waist and over his back, lightly scraping your nails over his shoulder blades, feeling his whole body jerk as he lets out a gasping moan, his body trembling with your touch. 

“I’m here,” you whisper softly, keeping your touch light as you move over his shoulders and into his hair, holding him close. “I’ve got you.”

He doesn’t answer with words, but you feel some of the tension leave his shoulders, his lips grazing over your shoulder and your throat now, mouthing over the marks he left there just a few days ago. He’s quiet, barely moves, but you know he’s listening to every word. You know he’s holding on tight to keep his sanity, and you keep talking, giving him something to listen to. 

“You’re going to be an amazing father,” you say softly, scraping your nails through his hair, massaging his scalp as he groans. “You take amazing care of me. Always doting on me, even when I annoy you.” You smile softly, feeling him hanging on every word.

“You keep me safe, even if there’s no actual danger,” you continue, brushing your lips over his temple. “Like when the cockroaches decide to take over the bathroom,” you add with a slight chuckle. He twitches and you grin, massaging the back of his neck. 

You keep going, telling him stories from your childhood, going on rambling about nothing until several hours pass and the sun is high in the sky, peeking through the curtains. He’s been quiet for a while now, the trembling in his fingers growing worse.

“Prathy?” you ask softly, moving your hands to cup his face. He lets you lift his face, lets you pull him up so you can see him, even if he’s getting too weak to do so himself. 

“We need to eat, ok? Can you manage?” 

His eyes are distant but he nods, bracing himself on his hands as you turn to the side to grab granola bars from the large stash. You try your hardest not to jostle him too much but he still hisses as the movement pulls on his cock, far too sensitive to move right now. 

You pull back, two granola bars in hand, smiling up at him. 

“Sorry, sorry. Here. You need to eat.”

He nods and you open the package for him, handing him half of the bar and letting him feed himself. He does, if a little messily, but he still eats. So you keep feeding him, letting him get his fill. Then you reach for the water and pass that to him as well, keeping him hydrated.

He downs the entire thing in seconds and then drinks another two bottles before he finishes, his eyes lucid once again. 

“Feel better?” you ask, brushing your fingers over a crumb on his lips. 

He smiles, holding your hand to his face, his fingers steady for the first time. “Much. Thank you.”

You grin and nod, incredibly happy to be able to help him when he’s done so much for you. He leans in for a kiss and you don’t deny it, leaning into it and wrapping your arms around his neck. 

Despite how long you’ve been stuck under him, you felt amazing. The heat died down a few hours ago and now it’s just a steady pulsing warmth inside you, preparing for the eggs. You were definitely faring better than Prathy, but he’d warned you of that. 

“The next stage should be starting soon,” he says softly as he pulls away, his eyes full of love and adoration and awe as he looks down at you. You’d never get tired of that. 

“Anything special I can do to help?”

He shakes his head, brushing his thumb over your cheek and leaning in for another quick kiss. “You’re doing enough already.”

You blush, unable to hide it as his words fill you with more love than you ever thought you’d deserve. He doesn’t comment on it, doesn’t joke about it, and instead leans in to kiss you a little more deeply, a little more desperate, and you realize you much prefer it that way. 

**

Half of the stash of food and water is gone and the sun is just starting to set when the next phase starts. You know it’s started because Prathy tenses, his body heat racking up again and his hands fall back to your waist, holding tight. 

You hold him, unable to do anything but watch as his mouth falls open on a pained groan, his brows pinched. 

You feel something heavy and large pushing against you and you look between you and him, seeing the base of his cock swelling around a large egg. You try not to panic, not realizing the eggs wouldn’t be as small as usual, but Prathy doesn’t seem to be concerned so you push the thoughts away, focusing instead on him and trying to help him in any way you can. 

His hips grind down into you for the first time since he buried himself deep, and you can’t help the small groan at finally feeling some friction down there. He’s braced on his hands and knees, practically laying on top of you, your legs wrapped around his waist and he gasps as the egg stretches him open and pushes against you. 

All that stretching, all the preparations your body had in order to receive the egg, and yet it’s still too big for you. You can feel it pushing against you, pressing insistently, and you relax as much as you can but this angle just isn't working. 

“Prathy,” you gasp, adjusting yourself slightly before continuing. “Let me get on top. Let me ride you. It’ll help.”

His eyes glisten with tears but you nod, brushing his cheeks with your thumbs and he agrees. 

He leans in, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you from dislodging his cock, and then he’s turning over, letting you situate yourself on top of him. The relief in his face is almost instant as he realizes just how spent his body was. 

You settle down onto his hips, still stretched wide around him, but you just know this position will be so much better. 

He looks up at you with tired eyes and you smile down at him, brushing your fingers over the sweat on his forehead, fixing his hair from where it’s standing up in places. 

“I’ve got you,” you whisper, leaning down slightly to brace yourself against his chest, and then you slowly start to bounce on his cock, feeling the egg pressing and pressing inside you. 

It’s slow to start, the tapered tip spreading you open with each bounce, but as you move, and as Prathy’s hands wrap around your waist, the egg starts moving on its own as well, pushing up into you. Spreading you wider and wider.  

It’s still tight, and so much bigger than you were expecting, but eventually you sink down on it and it moves, half of it pushing into you with ease. You steady yourself, breathing heavily, sitting and grinding down on it now as it continues to move inside you. 

Prathy is a mess under you, his eyes glazed over, his fingers locked around your waist. His little whimpers and moans hurt you but you know you can’t stop now. 

You work the egg into you, taking your time, feeling it stretch you open so much wider than anything else. But it feels amazing, the heat and the throbbing steady inside you making it that much better. And after what feels like hours, you sit and feel the rest of the egg disappear inside you. 

You both shudder, mouths agape and gasping for air. You look down at your belly and you can see the egg shifting inside you, moving up and up, making your stomach poke out with it. It presses up against your womb and you shudder again, feeling Prathy do the same as the egg finally pops out of him and plants itself into your ready womb. 

You collapse down onto him, gasping but also grinning wider than ever, so incredibly happy to have this be real. 

“I can’t believe this is really happening,” you say in between gasps, and you lift your head to look down at Prathy, expecting relief to be all over his face. But instead of relief you find worry and confusion. 

“Prathy? Are you–”

“There’s another one,” he says in disbelief. 

Your brows furrow and you brush a hand through his hair. “Is that not normal?”

He finally looks up at you, his eyes bright and clear now. 

“No. Twins, as you would call them on your planet, are impossible and unheard of back home. This can’t happen.”

His face is a mixture of fear and awe as he looks up at you. 

You sit up a bit, bracing yourself on his chest. “Then how?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t know. I’ve never heard of it before.”

You move to reply, ready to comfort him, but you feel the second egg starting to press up into you and Prathy’s head falls back, his eyes closed at the feeling. It feels just as big as the last one and you shudder as you sit back, feeling it pressing between your slick lips. 

“We’ll figure it out together,” you promise softly, grinding down on it. He shudders and whines, but his hands tighten around your waist and you know he’s okay. He’ll get through it. 

**

Two eggs. Two huge eggs. You look down at your belly, so heavy and full. Prathy snores softly next to you on the makeshift bed, exhausted from two days of laying and fertilizing the eggs currently making your belly bulge. 

You can’t help but smile though, seeing his features finally relaxed and carefree in sleep. It was hard on him. Especially for the second egg. It took longer and a lot more energy, and he had eaten practically all of the stash before it was over. He had looked almost sickly by the time the second egg was buried in your womb, but he just shook it off and passed out, spent. 

You fell asleep almost immediately after him, so you didn’t remember him pulling out or setting you on your side of the nest. 

Your stomach growls and you chuckle, looking down at your swollen middle, much larger than it usually was with Prathy’s eggs. You shifted your legs under you and used the mantelpiece to hoist yourself up, back arching the second you were standing. It would be an adjustment, but you would get used to it. You always did. 

One more glance at Prathy, making sure he was still sleeping peacefully, and you made your way into the kitchen to scrounge up some food. You were tired of granola and high protein easy to grab things, so you instead pulled a pizza out of the freezer and popped it into the oven. It was breakfast time, but that didn’t really matter. You were too hungry to care. 

You busied yourself around the kitchen, your new swollen middle bumping into the counter every time you reached in the sink or up into the cabinets. It would take time to get used to it, but you were really enjoying the feeling of being so heavy and full. 

The timer on the oven dings just as you’re reaching into the fridge for the orange juice and you smile softly to yourself, hearing Prathy starting to move around in the living room. Now that he’s awake, you quickly reach into a drawer to grab the oven mitts, opening the oven and taking the hot tray out. You push it onto the oven and groan as the smell reaches your nose, the pizza sizzling.

You’re cutting the pizza into slices when you feel two big, warm hands wrap around your belly, Prathy’s body pressing up against yours from behind. He doesn’t speak but he does nuzzle into the back of your neck, making you shiver slightly at the feeling. 

“Feeling better?” you ask, unable to keep the smile off your face. You’d never been so happy in your life. 

He only hums, nodding and wrapping his hands further under the heavy swell of your belly, cupping it in his big hands. The silence makes you pause and you forget the pizza for the moment, dropping your hands to his arms, turning your head to look up at him. 

His face is relaxed, his mouth turned up in a small smile, and his eyes are practically glittering with awe as he looks down at your belly. Two eggs rested inside you, swelling with actual children for the first time in his life, and you couldn’t help but feel proud to be able to do this for him. 

“Those are your children in there,” you whisper, thumbs rubbing soft circles on his forearms. He nods, his eyes watering slightly, and you turn in his arms, brushing away the water dripping down his cheeks.

“You’re supposed to be happy. This is a big moment.”

He shakes his head, wiping his own face off with a smile. “I am happy. I just…I never thought I would have this. And to be able to reproduce with you…” he trails off, another tear falling down his cheek and you feel your own eyes watering in response. 

He looks at you with so much love, with so much adoration and awe, cupping your cheeks with his big hands. The tears fall easily now. 

“Thank you. For giving me everything I could’ve ever asked for,” he said insistently, keeping your face cupped in his hands. He meant every word and you could tell. Your chest ached with the love you had for him, and as he pulled you in for a deep kiss, you just knew you’d be happy for the rest of your life as long as he was around. 

**

It only took two months for the eggs to be fully viable, and another month for them to harden enough for the birthing process. Prathy could barely keep his hands off you, practically devouring you every night as soon as you were in bed. 

It didn’t help that he still had to lay his unfertilized eggs every week. You’d thought that would be a problem, but he only told you they would become nutrients for the offspring growing inside you. So every week, Prathy buried himself inside you, laying egg after egg, filling your already swollen middle with more and more eggs. 

You’re hardly able to move out of the bed at this rate, your belly so large now it weighs you down far too much. You’re lucky though because Prathy takes wonderful care of you, making sure you don’t need to ask for anything. And if you do ask, he’s handling it in seconds. 

He knew it wouldn't be long now before it was time to lay the eggs, so he once again took it upon himself to start creating a nest. You didn’t mind, especially since you couldn’t even move to make one anyway. You did kind of wish you’d be able to give birth in bed, but Prathy insisted on the nest. Said it would make his instincts happy. And you would do anything to make Prathy happy. 

The day of the birth, Prathy was a hot mess. As if you haven’t already laid hundreds of eggs for him, he sat with you through every second of it.

You lay on your side in the nest, a pillow tucked under your heavy middle and Prathy’s large body pressed up against you from behind, holding you softly. His little kisses over your shoulder and neck did wonders to your body, making you shudder with need. Even as you felt the egg starting to descend, it only felt amazing. 

You groan softly, lifting a leg to wrap over Prathy’s where he tucked it between your legs. You felt the most comfortable in this position. On your side, spread open, with Prathy just behind you. 

His hand starts to creep over you, brushing over your hip and under your swollen belly to reach for your clit, his heavy hot fingers brushing against the sensitive nub. You jerk at the feeling, mouth opening on a quiet gasp.

He hums behind you, his lips moving over your shoulder and up to your jaw, nipping at the soft skin there. It felt so good, so amazingly warm, especially when his devious tongue came into play. 

The egg moved so, so slow, pushing out of you in small little movements. You didn’t have to do much, your body taking charge, so you let yourself relax into the feeling. Prathy of course wasn’t content to just let you ride it out though. 

His fingers brushed into the slick between your legs, pressing in past your swollen lips and then pulling back out to rub circles over your clit. It felt amazing and you moaned, head falling back against the pillow as he worked his fingers in and out and around. 

You shifted, your hips pushing into his hand for more, harder, but he doesn’t change the pace. It stays slow and torturous, just like the egg still slowly making its way out of you. 

You go like this for an hour, slowly going crazy as everything builds. The egg is bulging between your legs, the pointed tip poking out of you now. The wider middle part of it stretches you, more and more as it throbs out of you, and as Prathy’s fingers do another delicious circle around your clit, you cry out, body tensing as you come harder than ever. 

You clench and the egg moves more, spreading you wider and wider until finally, it falls out of you in a spurt of fluids. You let out a gasp, body trembling through your orgasm as Prathy continues to kiss and lick over your shoulder. He doesn’t even let up for a second as the second egg follows. 

It’s faster this time, your body already stretched enough. It takes minutes for the egg to stretch you wide once more. Prathy takes advantage of it, palming over the large egg. You push softly but the egg doesn’t move, stuck behind Prathy’s hand. 

You moan and circle your hips, thrusting against it, feeling so incredibly full as the egg stays in that one spot. He keeps it there, a steady pressure against it, until your body starts to tense on another orgasm. 

“Prathy,” you gasp out, reaching down to grasp at his arm. “I’m coming,” you cry out, unable to keep the uncontrollable shaking of your hips from overwhelming you as you convulse. The egg shoves out of you as soon as he moves his hand and you’re lost, suddenly flying high in pleasure. So so high that you feel like you’ll never come down. 

At least not until Prathy’s hands are back, roaming over your body, pressing against your now flat middle, coming up to cup your breasts. 

“You did it,” he whispers, his breath warm against the back of your neck. You breathe heavily and nod, looking down between your legs where two massive green eggs now lay. “They’re the most beautiful specimen I’ve ever seen,” he says, his eyes once against watering. You’d never get used to his beauty. 

“They’re perfect,” you echo, feeling exhausted but content. Prathy hugs you closer and you fall asleep grinning. 

**

“Eze, leave your brother alone please.” You watch as Eze and Vislos fight over the last remaining pancake. Eze has the upper hand though, using his bigger stature to win easily. Vislos came out a little bit smaller, and Prathy assured you it wasn’t a problem.

Prathy, finally coming back into the living room, swats at the back of their heads, not hard enough to hurt but enough to get them acting right. 

“Listen to your mother,” he says sternly and you hide your smile. He may sound like he means it but he’s never once raised his voice or spoken poorly to them, and you loved that about him. 

You look down at the two of them, your beautiful little kids, and can’t help but grin at how perfect they are. They both look much like Prathy, Eze getting his eyes and nose and pointier ears. Vislos got your smaller nose and eyes though, but he is still built like Prathy. 

They start eating again and Prathy comes up behind you, placing a kiss on the top of your head. 

“Need anything?”

You shake your head, looking down at the empty plate. You’d eaten more than enough of your fair share. Prathy smiles and nods, finally sitting down at the table to eat his own food. You can’t help but watch as he eats, his eyes still full of wonder every time as he looks at Eze and Vislos. They’re still perfect. 

One day they’d get older though and you would have to figure out how to help them through their first egg laying, but for now, you enjoyed watching them grow up. Three years old and feisty as all get out. They loved to be outside, adored swimming in the lake a few miles off, and at night they would fall asleep nuzzling into your side. 

Prathy adored them, played with them all the time, and even when he was tired after laying, he would listen to their ramblings and encourage them to explore. They knew what they were, knew they weren’t exactly fully part of this world and that one day they might have to move on from here, but you didn’t like to think about that. You just wanted to watch them grow. 

Prathy flicks your nose and you startle, looking over at him.

“Head caught in the clouds?”

You huff, shaking your head, looking back at your sons then to Prathy. “Just thinking.”

Prathy smiles softly, his eyes only stuck on you. “I was asking if you wanted to take the boys to the meadow. Spring is coming and the flowers will be in full bloom.”

The boys’ faces lit up but they stayed quiet, looking at you for confirmation. Despite the winter chill still in the air, you couldn’t say no to those faces. 

“Of course. I think we can all use a little time outside.”

The boys cheered and even Prathy’s face grew playful, and you were once again struck with how amazing your life has become. A family, a husband, two perfect kids, and another on the way.

You look down to the heavy swell of your middle, another fertilized egg making itself at home, and you thanked the world for giving you everything you ever wanted.

"So many."

He groans and you feel the start of the fun as his cock swells around one of his eggs, stretching you open in slow ascent into your womb.

"My body has grown more compatible with yours," he gasps out, his words strained as another egg pushes through. "The number will continue to increase. Better chance of fertilization."

His breath brushes over the back of your neck and you hum softly, clenching around him to pull the next egg inside. It feels so damn good every time, and you definitely wouldn't complain about the increase in quantity.

"When will you let them be fertilized? I'm ready for that."

His hips stutter and he pauses, breathing heavily behind you. "Are you sure? It is a different process..."

He hisses through his sharper teeth, his fingers squeezing your hip again as he moves his hips, pressing another egg inside you. They swell and travel inside you at a tortuously slow pace, making your belly swell.

"I can handle it," you moan in response, dropping a hand between your legs to rub slow circles around your clit.

He wraps an arm around your chest now, grabbing a handful of your breast and squeezing as he works more and more eggs inside you. He finally catches his breath and places a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

"Not this time. We'll discuss more later."

You tried not to be disappointed, but his fingers pinched your nipple and soon you forgot everything but the feeling of his steadily pumping cock inside you.

**

22 eggs later, you're sitting in bed and watching your husband get dressed. There's a heavy swell low in your belly, much like a woman of 6 months would be, and you rub your hand over it. You always loved seeing the swell, wanting it to be a little more permanent one day, but for now you were content.

"I'll be back in a few hours. Call me if you need anything."

Prathy leans over to place a quick kiss on your forehead, his hand caressing your swollen middle. You nod, smiling up at him and then watch him leave.

Alone now, you slip your legs over the edge of the bed and slip on your slippers, shuffling through the bedroom and towards the kitchen, wanting something to eat. The eggs inside you were already swelling, absorbing the nutrients your womb provided, and you grinned at the reminder. You'd soon be pushing them out, one by one.

After downing 3 sandwiches, your growing middle got to be a little too heavy to walk. You made your way to the living room, settling down on the couch and flipping on the tv.

You felt the first of many eggs drop lower in your gut and you smiled, looking down at your belly. Rubbing a hand over the side, you spread your legs, excited.

This was your favorite part of every week. Getting to lay the eggs your husband so lovingly buried inside you. They would never catch, not unless Prathy fertilized them, but it was still an enjoyable experience.

The first egg started sinking lower, spreading you out and you moan, letting your head fall back against the couch. You can feel yourself spreading around it, feel it stretching you out. Much bigger than it was going in, it spread your lips wider and wider until popping past, landing with a thud on the floor.

"Only 21 more to go," you whisper to yourself, reaching a hand between your legs to rub at your clit. You move slowly, circling the little nub there, hips jerking as another egg pops through. They keep coming, stretching you open and then falling out of you, a heavy thud on the floor with every one.

You hear the door opening behind you and you grin, looking to where your husband steps through the door. He kicks his shoes off and smiles over at you, coming to place a kiss on your forehead.

"Doing okay?"

You nod, still slowly rubbing your clit, feeling the warmth building with every egg.

"I've got 10 more. Want to help?"

He smiles and nods. You hear the zipper of his jeans, the belt hitting the floor, and then he's in front of you, wearing nothing but boxers. He kneels in front of you, moving the unfertilized eggs to the side.

An egg is stuck halfway out and he pushes it back in, his broad hands covering your pussy, making you groan. It always feels so damn good when he does this, presses the eggs back inside until you can't take it anymore.

Eyes closed, you enjoy the feeling of his fingers pressing the egg back in every few seconds. Your hips jerk when his tongue presses against your clit, the heat of it almost making you come instantly. The egg pops out just as he twirls his tongue and you gasp, pressing yourself into him, wanting him to fuck you.

And fuck you he does. He lifts your legs, wrapping them around his waist, and then he pounds into you without remorse, your breasts bobbing with every thrust. You moan in ecstasy, grinning up at him as he grunts, his brows furrowing as he gets closer and closer to cumming.

His hips stutter and you pull him closer, running your hands over his stomach as he stills, face scrunched up as he comes hard. Shot after shot of come fills your still bloated middle and you reach down to rub your clit furiously, getting yourself right to the edge.

He pulls out and you scream as you fall over the edge of orgasm, the rest of the eggs shooting out of you in a mess of fluids. Your legs shake but you manage to unwrap them from his waist, breathing heavy. His own heavy breaths echo yours and you look up at him.

         He gives you an exasperated look and you shrug. He still isn’t fond of that word, you guess.

         “My species cannot birth our eggs until we have a warm womb to place them in. If I was home on my planet, this wouldn’t be an issue.”

         You sit up at that, eyes wide. “You mean you want me to carry your eggs?” you ask incredulously.

         He steps closer and you carefully avoid looking at anything but his face. He may seem humanoid from a distance, but up close you can see just how much his skin shimmers in the light. And at night, there’s a faint glow to him that just barely lights up the bedroom. He’s tall, lean, wildly attractive…you have a hard time remembering he’s not human.

         “If I do not lay soon, my eggs will grow larger than I can handle and I will die. It’s incredibly painful and not something I wish to go through.”

         You think about it for a second. You’ve seen The Shape of Water more times than you can count, and you weren’t really ashamed to admit that the thought of fucking something human-adjacent did many things to you. But still…

         “How long will they be inside me? What if they get too big for me to handle?”

         He shakes his head, already stopping you from asking more. “The eggs secrete a sort of gel that helps the womb expand enough for them. The males in my species are unable to utilize this gel and it poisons us. I’ve already delayed the birth as much as I could. As for how long…they take a few weeks to incubate before they’re ready to be lain.”

         You can’t believe your ears. Eggs, gel, poison? It was all a little bit absurd.

         “So you’re telling me you want me to carry your eggs for several weeks, risking my own health and body, so you can not die?” When you put it like that, it truly didn’t sound that bad. But you have another question.

         “Wait, how does this work? You don’t even have a dick.” You wave your hand in his general direction, pointing at his crotch area. He’s not wearing clothes, despite how hard you tried to get him to do so, so it was very clear there was nothing there.

         He sighed again, this time hesitant before grabbing your hand and placing it over the spot where a dick would be if he was human.

         You’re about to ask what he’s doing before you feel something shift, a slit opening up just under your fingers and a small pink tentacle twirls around your finger. It’s no bigger than your pinky finger, wrapping playfully around your pointer finger. It’s slimy and wet and honestly gross but you love it.

         “So, you would need to fuck the eggs into me?”

         He looks down at you and you just now notice how much he seems to be struggling. He’s trembling, his fingers on your hand shaking. You curiously press the tip of the tentacle between your fingers and he gasps, squeezing his eyes shut.

         “Please do not do that…it is sensitive.” His voice breaks, and you sigh, letting your fingers fall away.

         “Okay…let’s do this. I’m always down to try something at least once.”

         He seems shocked that you agreed, his face frozen with a careful hope.

         “Really? You’ll let me put my eggs in you?”

         You shiver a bit, already liking the sound of it. Besides, your toys weren’t cutting it anymore.

         “Yes. Let’s do it. But in the bedroom. Way more comfortable.”

         He nods, faster than necessary in your opinion. He looks so hopeful and happy, and you know you probably wouldn’t have been able to resist even if you’d wanted to.

         “Let’s go then,” you say with a smile, leading him to your bedroom. You’re not shy, never really have been because you know you have a nice body. The curves and perfect skin were just part of you, and many people couldn’t look past them.

         Your room is average sized, and since you live alone in the middle of the woods, it’s not abnormal to leave your curtains open. The moonlight lights up the room and you mentally high five yourself for cleaning and making your bed early that morning.

         You stop in front of your bed, not really sure where to go from here. “Umm, do you want me to—”

         You’re interrupted by the man kissing you, his lips softer than you’d imagined. You groan and lean into it, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

         He’s a much better lover than you’d anticipated, his hands squeezing in places you didn’t know felt that way. When he drops your shorts to your ankles easily, his fingers brushing up the insides of your thighs, you feel no regret for your decisions.

         “Bed…come on,” you whisper breathlessly, pulling him closer until you both fall onto the bed.

         “You are gorgeous, human. I’ve never met such a perfect specimen.” The man’s voice grows gravelly and you shiver, loving how it sounds.

         He kisses you once more, his tongue trailing over yours and you spread your legs, wrapping them around the man’s thin waist. The tiny little tentacle pokes out from the slit you saw before and you were almost disappointed with how small it was. You wanted something fat to fill you up.

         The little tentacle wriggles and playfully presses up against your clit and you sigh. It’s been far too long.

         You pull him in for another kiss, craving the closeness. You’re already dripping wet, so ready when you feel something heavy press up against you.

         You pull away confused, looking down between your legs and look back up in shock. “That’s never going to fit.”

         The man looks down in confusion, a small frown on his face. “It must. I cannot lay until it’s completely sheathed.”

         You look down again. What you had previously thought was a tiny tentacle was only the tip of a massive foot long tentacle. The head tapered off into a point, leading to the little playful piece that had wrapped around your fingers. But the rest of it was huge. The head lead down to the base, which was thicker and wider than your arm. If you were being honest, it was twice the size of your arm.

         “I don’t know about your women, but we can only stretch so far. The base of that will never fit inside me.”

         The tentacle writhes over your legs and you shiver, spreading them a little more.

         “If we go slow, I can help you stretch enough. Just trust me. This will work.”

         You look up at him, studying his face. His eyes flash a soft gold color at the shift of the curtain, the moonlight glimmering there, and you sigh. “Okay. But promise me, you’ll go slow.”

         He smiles and nods, leaning in for another kiss.

The tip of the tentacle easily finds your slit, wriggling into the slick, wet heat. It tickles a bit and you smile into the kiss, his too sharp teeth scraping over your bottom lip.

He leans down, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer, his hips now flush between your legs, his heavy cock pressing insistently against the tight muscle of your slit. He lets out a small whimper, pulling back a little so he can look between you, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs.

The small tip wriggles inside you, working its way further in, the cock slowly getting bigger and bigger as it moves. It’s an entirely new sensation, but as the slick wriggly member makes its way inside you, you find you don’t mind it. The small, throbbing pulses that move through it every few seconds only adds to your pleasure.

You watch his face as he works you open, his eyes pinched and mouth open on a small gasp. It looks like it hurts, like he’s in discomfort, so you reach up slowly, running your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“How often are you supposed to do this?” you ask, more to distract him than anything else.

His eyes shudder as your fingers brush over his cheek and he looks up at you, his whole body trembling.

“Every week. Or every few days if the environment is welcome.” His voice is strained and his fingers tense around your thigh, his eyes closing as he really starts to stretch you open.

You groan softly, unable to keep your eyes open anymore as he spreads you open, moving slow and steady. The fluid dripping from him makes your insides tingle, a warm heated sensation spreading over your entire body. Your breasts grow more sensitive, your nipples hardening as his chest brushes against them, his hips moving a little now to help push himself the rest of the way.

It's careful, gentle, and more than you’ve had in forever. But it’s also good. It’s warm and delicious and a welcome distraction from the loneliness you hadn’t realized you were feeling.

He lets out a whimpering gasp and when you open your eyes, his face is flush with relief, eyes closed in bliss and face slack. You hadn’t even realized he was already fully sheathed inside you, your stomach bulging slightly from the sheer size of it. The tremble in his fingers lessens and he leans more into you, pressing his full weight on top of you now. You grin, running your fingers over his back, surprised to find his skin isn’t as soft as it looked. It was more smooth, reflective of the moonlight glistening through the window, and you hum softly, brushing your fingers over the bulging muscles there.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice hoarse but audible.

You nod, a smile on your face, feeling better than you had in forever.

“Are you?” you ask when he doesn’t say anything else. He lets out a small huff, his breath warm over your neck and you shiver.

“This is the best I’ve felt since before I left home.”

You hum, grinning goofily to yourself. This man you’d just met was making you feel…happy. Warm. Important. All of the above.

Curiosity got the better of you though. “Can I ask why you left?”

He kisses over the soft skin of your shoulder, pressing his hips into you again, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you.

“There were circumstances I wished to avoid.”

He didn’t add anything else so you nodded, moving to wrap your legs tighter around his slimmer waist, crossing your ankles and holding him close.

“Do you regret leaving?”

He pauses at the question, shifting a little so he could look down at you. His face was unreadable now, but he didn’t pull away or try to leave, so you figured he just needed to work it out.

He must come to a decision though because his face relaxes and you catch a glimpse of a small smile on his lips.

“I did at first. I have been here for one of your human months, stranded and lost. With no way to communicate with my family back home. And yet,” he pauses, his eyes roaming over your face, his fingers coming up to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, “I found you. And I do not think I regret that.”

His words send a chill up your back, your mouth going slack. Never had anyone spoken so sincerely to you before. And never had you believed someone’s words so thoroughly.

Unable to form any words, you lean up instead, pulling him back in for a kiss, soft and inviting. He accepts it easily, falling back into you, encompassing you fully.

You wrap your arms around his neck, delving deeper into his mouth with your tongue and his teeth scrape against your soft flesh, drawing heavy breaths from you with every swipe of his tongue against yours.

It feels so good you almost miss the way his hips stutter, the flinch as he pulls back, his brows creasing once more. Breathing heavily, you both watch in silence as his cock begins to widen impossibly further, throbbing slightly with a soft glow.

You watch with wide eyes as it stretches you open, dripping heavy globs of the gel onto your slick lips.

“What’s happening now?”

He takes a moment to answer, his hand back to squeezing your thigh. “My body has acclimated to yours. The eggs should come any time now.”

He flinches again, his stomach muscles jumping as another throb of his cock echoes through you. You reach forward and cup his face, brushing your thumbs over his cheeks as he breathes through it, his shoulders tense.

“Does it hurt?”

Another throb echoes through you and his mouth falls open, his hips moving softly against you. “It is worse now because it has been too long,” he answers breathily. “But usually it is just a slight discomfort. More pleasurable than painful.”

More gel spurts out of him, warming your middle and you groan, looking down to see your stomach expanding slightly. The sight of it sends sparks through you, making you clench around him and he whines, his hips jerking at the too tight feeling.

“Sorry, sorry. Are you ok?”

He nods after a moment, dropping a hand to rest on the lower part of your belly, keeping you still, his massive hand almost big enough to cover your whole waist.

“Just sensitive. It has been too long.”

You nod, keeping yourself as still as you can, running your fingers over his tense shoulders.

“How much longer could you have held out if I hadn’t found you?”

He shakes his head, his hand moving from your belly to your hip, wrapping around it and squeezing gently.

“I was close to my limit. Any longer and the poison would have set in. It’s not exactly pleasant, and it’s a terrible way to die.”

You shudder at the thought, at the realization that you really were saving his life.

“Then I’m glad I found you. Glad you made it to my neck of the woods.”

He opens his eyes then, his face slack in surprise or relief you couldn’t tell. His lips move, like he’s trying to form words, but then a particularly heavy throb echoes through you, the warmth in your middle spiking to an almost searing heat, and you gasp, head falling back against the pillows.

His own gasps echo yours, his hands tight around your waist as his cock throbs in time with your heartbeat. It’s overwhelming almost immediately and your body trembles as you come harder than ever, the heat rising and rising until you feel like you’re on fire. His own cries fall from his lips as his cock grows hot between your legs, throbbing faster and faster until…

If you thought it felt good before, it was nothing like now. A barrage of small eggs shoved through him and into your waiting womb, filling you up at a rapid pace. Tears fall from your eyes, the pleasure too much all at once, and you grasp at his shoulders desperately, unable to do anything but let it run its course.

He wasn’t fairing much better either. His whole body had gone tense at the start, his hands almost bruising on your hips, but as egg after egg cascaded out of him and into you, his body grew more relaxed. The shimmer you had noticed before was starting to fade away, leaving a normal skin like texture. His face scrunched up, his mouth open wide as he tries to breathe through it all, and you can see the sharp tip of his canines digging into the flesh of his lips.

Your body recovers slowly, but faster than his and you move your arms, wrapping them around his back and scraping your nails down his inhuman skin. He shudders and another spurt of eggs shoots into you, several all at once, and then he collapses, his chest heaving against you.

Breaths falling from you heavily, you can’t use your words, can only watch as his body continues to twitch and jerk every few moments, your stomach expanding with every gush. It’s amazing, the feeling of it all.

You can’t keep track of all of them, but you know it’s been at least a few hours when you look over at the clock on the table. The red numbers read 3am and you smile tiredly, holding him close to you.

“You okay?” You ask softly, keeping your voice low, brushing your lips over his ear. His whole body twitches at that, a small groan coming out of him and rumbling through you. He’s sensitive all over it seems, and one day you wanted to explore just how sensitive he really was. But for now, you just let your fingers roam, enjoying the feeling of your stomach still slowly expanding with his eggs.

**

You fall asleep with him inside you still, his body warm and heavy on top of you. And when you wake up, he hasn’t moved. Your thighs and hips ache and you need to pee, but he’s snoring softly on top of you and you don’t really want to wake him just yet.

You glance over at the clock once more and it’s 10 in the morning, the sun now shining through the blinds. Your stomach rumbles, sending a wave of hunger through you that’s really hard to ignore, and he stirs, blinking his eyes open.

He looks confused at first, his eyes darting around the probably unfamiliar room before landing on your face, and then they relax and warm, heating something inside you.

“Good morning,” you mumble, smiling up at him as he pulls back onto his elbows.

He echoes your greeting, leaning in for a kiss and you accept it happily, letting him run his fingers over the sides of your breasts.

You shift your hips slightly, unable to keep still as his tongue dances with your own, but he pulls back with a hiss, looking down to where he was still buried inside you.

“My apologies. I didn’t mean to fall asleep inside of you.”

You chuckle, letting your arms fall back over your head, looking up at him.

“It’s okay. I didn’t mind. Though I should probably get up soon if I want to have any hope of using my legs again.”

His brows furrow for a second and then he must realize you were joking because he huffs, pulling himself out carefully. You can’t help the low groan that falls from your lips as you’re left practically gaping from the loss of him.

“How do you feel?” He shuffles off of you and off the bed, swaying slightly before catching himself.

You moan as you sit up, your body deliciously sore but otherwise perfectly sated.

“Amazing. I thought for sure it would hurt to be stretched so much, but I hardly feel it.”

He nods, shuddering as his cock disappears once more behind the slit between his legs. “The gel helps with the pain and with the stretch. You’ll probably be feeling warm for a few days.”

You sit up more now, shocked at the weight of your middle. It sits heavily on your thighs, bulging out like a woman 8 months pregnant with twins. “Do you always lay this many eggs?” you ask, running your hands over the sides of your swollen middle.

He shakes his head though, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, his own hand brushing over the top of the heavy swell.

“A typical clutch is 15-20 eggs, maybe more. Last night there were at least 50 eggs. A consequence of my having not laid for a month.”

You stare down at your belly in wonder, shocked that so many eggs could fit inside you. You’re just about to ask another question when your stomach growls again, your hunger making itself known.

He laughs and pats the top of your belly, standing from the edge of the bed. “You will need to eat. The eggs absorb nutrients from the host womb and need to be fed.”

You grin, shifting a little to put your legs over the edge of the bed, standing up with a little bit of a wobble at the new weight. Your back arches with it and your hips ache, but for the newness of it, it also feels amazing. Like something you’ve always wanted.

“I think I could get used to this.”

**

You down an entire loaf of bread through sandwiches, your whole jug of milk and a carton of eggs before you feel full enough. And even then, you find yourself snacking on a bag of chips you find in your pantry, feeling your belly growing with all of the food. The eggs shift every now and then, making you grin.

Prathy, who’s name you learned while stuffing your face with sandwiches, finally dons some clothes, much to your disappointment and he settles on the couch, examining the remote to the TV.

You sit next to him, showing him how it works, and then watch him grow even more fascinated as he flips through the channels, stopping every few seconds to see what’s on. It’s comfortable, having him next to you, having his body heat leaching into you through your thigh and shoulder which are leaning against him. He doesn’t seem inclined to move either, actually leaning in closer to wrap an arm around your shoulders.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think you’d known him for ages. And you certainly weren’t complaining.

“Will you go back home?”

It’s a sudden thought, a realization that he wasn’t actually trying to stay on Earth. It made you sad almost immediately and you barely fought back the disappointment growing in your gut.

He turns to look at you though, his eyes thoughtful as his fingers brush over your shoulder.

“I left home for a reason. I don’t plan on going back.”

His words didn’t placate you like you’d hoped though.

“Then, will you stay? Here? With me?”

He didn’t answer, just stared at you with something like awe in his eyes. You didn’t really know how to handle it.

“You know, in all my teachings, I was told Earth humans were fearful creatures. Dangerous, unruly. But they did not mention specimen like yourself.”

You felt your brows pinch in confusion, unable to comprehend the meaning behind his words.

He leans closer though, a small smile on his lips. “There is a reason life outside of Earth does not visit. Humans are a rowdy bunch, a lost cause to many of us. Mostly because they believe humans would not be accepting of our kind. Of our species.”

There’s a teasing lilt to his lips now as he leans in even closer. “You must be the exception.”

And before you can even answer he closes the gap, his lips pressing against yours, claiming. The relief that floods through you is almost enough to make you boneless, but his hands come up to cup your face, holding you still as he deepens the kiss.

He leaves no room for question, letting you know just how much he plans to stay.

When he pulls back, your face has gone slack with relief and desire, lips red with the force of the kiss.

“I’ll stay. I think we would both benefit from it.”

**

You hold the eggs for two days before it’s time to lay. Prathy had explained that they would not produce offspring, and you had only been slightly disappointed. He also explained that a typical gestation period was only a few hours for unfertilized eggs, but once again there was an exception given how long he had gone without laying.

He helped you lay them. You loved it a lot. The way the eggs stretched you open, how a careful push could send three or four at a time coming out of you in a rush. They would pile up under you and Prathy would move them somewhere out of sight, just to do it again when another pile filled up under you. You came at least 7 times pushing all 53 eggs out, and the only reason you knew the exact number was because Prathy kept count. The smug bastard had enjoyed the number.

You collapse onto the bed as the last egg falls from between your legs and Prathy runs his hands over your body with a reverence you didn’t think you deserved. He caresses your backside, his hands worshiping every inch of your body until you’re flush with need.

“When can you go again?”

He chuckles, moving to kiss over the curve of your back, over your spine and the back of your neck, moving your hair so he can mouth over your shoulder. “Give me a few more days. I’ll make you full again, I promise.”